Page 106 of Hot As Ice

She looks at me then, giving me a wicked little smile.

“You like being naughty, don’t you?” I ask.

She sticks her tongue out at me. Grabbing the shampoo, she lathers her hair. As the water washes over her in rivulets, she looks like a real-life mermaid. I could stare at her for hours.

When she finally turns off the water, it’s too soon. I grab a towel and hold it out as she steps out of the shower. I wrap the towel around her and pull her close, kissing her slowly, letting the feel of her heal the cracks in my soul. “You’re so fucking beautiful, little mermaid.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Feel my cock and tell me if you think I enjoyed that or not.”

She smiles, looking shy all of a sudden. I kiss her on the forehead. “Let’s go. You need to eat breakfast and drink some water.”

“Okay.”

I leave her to get dressed in a pair of my drawstring sweatpants and hoodie while I get everything ready for breakfast in the kitchen. I chop up onions, champignon mushrooms, and bell peppers. I grab the shredded cheddar cheese, sausage, and eggs. This omelet is going to be a masterpiece.

Stevie pads into the kitchen. “Oh my god, it smells so good in here.”

I smile. My clothes are huge on her, but she looks so cute.

“Do you have any bananas or strawberries?” she asks.

“I have everything.”

“Can I make a smoothie?”

“No. Sit down. I’m making everything.”

She rolls her eyes but pulls out a chair and plops down on it. “You’re so bossy.”

“I’m the boss.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” I place a perfectly folded omelet onto a plate and slide the plate over to her. Then get started on her smoothie.

“Maybe you should forget about hockey and become a chef,” she says, taking a bite of the omelet. “It’s like an orgasm in my mouth.”

I stare at her. She grins, taking another bite.

I shake my head and hand her the smoothie, then get to work making my own omelet.

“I never apologized to you,” she says after a minute.

“For what?”

“For blaming you about the rumor in the newspaper. For pissing you off by coming to your game with another guy. For making you lose that game and get suspended.”

I don’t look up from the frying pan. “You’re sorry about all that?”

“Yes. I was an idiot.”

“I found out who sent that tip to the newspaper, by the way.”

“You did? How? Who was it?”

I look at her then. “Your piece of shit rapist former boss.”